Tracey Roxburgh: Revive week three


This week, Tracey completes not one but two indoor triathlons, gets hypnotised and manages not to throw up while being congratulated.

10 tips for changing habits from The Wellbeing Clinic’s clinical hypnotherapist Anna Duggan:

1. Time: It can take anywhere from two to eight months to change a habit, so give yourself plenty
2. Set reasonable goals: Be realistic about what you can achieve so you don’t set yourself up for failure
3. Don’t be a bully: Be kind to yourself. Always
4. Hang with the big worms: There’s a breed of worm that grows to the size of the worms its around. By hanging out with the “big worms”, you’re more likely to succeed
5. Mindfulness: Try to take some time out every day to relax, breathe and focus on what you want
6. Bin the junk: It’s not as easy for your subconscious to make you eat chocolate and chippies if they aren’t in your cupboard
7. Buddy up: Find a friend to help you on your journey
8. Make it enjoyable: If you don’t enjoy doing something, you’ll find a reason not to do it
9. Do it for you: You’re more likely to succeed if you’re doing it for yourself, not someone else
10. Sign on the dotted line: Those who sign contracts with another person are more likely to stay on track long-term

Tuesday, October 6
7.45am: Leea and I have just completed a wee indoor triathlon. It was brutal. At the end I had to sit on the treadmill – I contemplated lying on it, but it’s not as easy to roll off a treadmill as it is a rowing machine. Haylee’s just confirmed I’m not looking my best after she studied me, paused, and then said: “I always say you should ‘tri’ yourself ugly”. There was 2km on the rowing machine, 4km on a bike and then 2km on the treadmill. When you write it down it doesn’t look that hard at all. It’s a different story when you have to do it. We have to do this again on Thursday where the goal is to beat our time today, but then Haylee informed me another Reviver (who shall remain nameless for now) wanted a text message update with my time because she’d like to beat me. So, I upped my treadmill speed … Game on.

11.15am: Sweet baby Jesus. It feels as if weights have been sewn into my bones. Even coffee isn’t helping. Have just tried to explain how I’m feeling to a colleague. Have been informed “that wasn’t even a sentence”.

11.42am: Am now blasting music through headphones while at work to distract me from the exhaustion. It’s actually helping.

1.03pm: Text from Haylee informing Leea and I she’s also done the indoor triathlon … and beat us. I was not aware this was a competition, but consider the gauntlet thrown.

7.30pm: I can no longer do vertical. Slow blinks are fast and furious and forming any type of vowel sound is proving impossible.

Wednesday, October 7
7.30am: I’ve just slept for 11 hours. It’s a freaking miracle. And I feel like a new human. I have energy, I can speak in actual sentences that make sense and I’m not sore. I am also that hungry I think I could could eat a horse and chase the rider.

12.30pm: At lunch with Leea and another friend. Leea informs me when she looked at the menu ahead of our lunch date the first thing she saw was “add fries for $3”. Let the record show she did not add any fries.

6.30pm: The Revivers are with the gorgeous Anna Duggan, who’s a clinical hypnotherapist. She’s talking to us about how our brain works … it’s fascinating and a bit scary. Turns out most of the decisions we think we’re making are actually being made for us by our subconscious. It can be a sneaky little beast and make us do things that aren’t that good for us … like eat chocolate and chippies. But, Anna says she can help retrain our subconscious using hypnosis … it’s worth a shot.

8pm: We’ve just been hypnotised. Apparently it only lasted 10 minutes (it felt like a lot longer). For the second time today I feel like a new human … it’s lovely.

Thursday, October 8
7am: Triathlon round two. I won’t lie, despite renewed energy thanks I think in part to the hypnosis, I’m not full of excitement for what’s about to occur. And, if I’m being completely honest, I’m not sure I can actually go any faster than I did on Tuesday and still be upright at the end.

7.30am: I’m on the treadmill and I reckon Paul from Frontrunner would describe my running style at this moment as “in flight”. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had the treadmill going this fast. My motivation: I need this to be over and it won’t be until the numbers on the screen (which I can’t see because of the water in my eyes) reach 2km.

7.35am: A lovely lady on the treadmill beside me just congratulated me. I wanted to thank her but wasn’t confident I wouldn’t throw up. On the upside, I managed to remain upright after my efforts this morning which saw me take about 90 seconds off my time on Tuesday … still not quite enough to beat Haylee.

10.51am: An exciting thing is happening. I have energy and I am actually being productive. It may be this euphoric feeling that is to blame for the registration I have just completed – as a “runner” for a cheeky wee 10km event next month. The last time I entered any kind of actual running event of a distance longer than 5km I was going so slowly by the end I could not catch the race walker in front of me. In my defence, he was walking REALLY quickly.

6pm: I’m having a glass of alcohol. And I’m probably going to have a couple more (it’s compulsory when someone leaves the office). I don’t feel bad about that … it’s called balance.

Friday, October 9
10am: I’ve rediscovered the major benefit in being good to yourself … no sore head the morning after the night before. However, I think because I’ve been good to myself I am absolutely knackered. 

6.30pm: It is daylight, the birds are still chirping and I have two options. I can either go for a wee dander, or I can go to bed.

6.35pm: Bed wins.

Saturday, October 10
8am: You know what’s lovely? Not waking up dusty on a Saturday morning. What’s even lovelier is having had 
more than 11 hours sleep twice in a week.

9am: I have just done my first Cxworx class in, like, forever with trainer Jen. I got cramp in the gluteus muscle that is maximus. If you have not experienced this, I can assure you it is not okay. Jen made all the exercises with the stretchy band look really easy. They are really not easy. There were several times when I was at real risk of falling over endangering not only myself and the person next to me, but causing a domino effect which would have also taken out the person next to them … which happened to be Haylee. By the end of the class all of my muscles are shaking and I am already concerned about the pain that awaits me tomorrow.

9.30am: Haylee to the rescue. She’s just taken the Revivers through some lovely stretches. Some of them didn’t feel all that lovely at the time, largely because I have the flexibility of a 10-year-old rubber band that’s been left in the sun.

Sunday, October 11
9am: Discover I’m still in the same position I went to sleep in. Undertake brief assessment of pain levels. Manage to roll over without hurting or making random noises. This bodes well. Complete full body stretch (like a cat). Pain level = zero. Decide the real test will be getting out of the comfort of my bed and moving in a forwardly direction.

9.05am: Success. I even managed to get shoes on and done up without so much as an “ouch”. Celebrate by going for the wee dander I didn’t do on Friday accompanied by motivational music … gangster rap.

11am: Am in ridiculously good mood and have abundance of energy. This could have something to do with the weather (which makes me want to drink rose) or the gangster rap I’m reticent to turn off. I feel like I may actually be turning the endorphin corner – Haylee told us at the beginning of the week by the end of it we should be feeling better because up until now our bodies have just been burning sugar … and now they’re learning to burn fat.

3pm: I’ve tested the fat burning theory by going shopping in my wardrobe. Based on clothes I’ve been too scared to touch for a couple of years and the fact they actually fit me now, I’ve concluded Haylee’s (thankfully) correct.
Three weeks down, nine to go. Bring it on.